"Nice ass," she commented while my face was still buried in a toweland I was bent way over trying to hide the fact that I wasstruggling for breath."It...sure is! God, Gayle, I couldn't take my eyes off it!" Igasped. When I lifted my face off the towel I saw her staringamused at me. She'd meant my ass! I would have flushed an evendeeper red if it were possible. "I'm glad you think so," she said. "A girl should feel proud ofher assets. How about you show me yours more often? Three timesa. Thompson. He kissed me, to calm me, as I pulled down my dress and bra. I could see the driver staring so much he almost his another car.“When we get to the hotel I want you to take him upstairs. Understand?” I looked at Mr. Thompson again.“Why?” I whispered? “Don’t you want me?” Why was he doing this?“I do sweetie. But a man my age has learned a few things...” He continued to whisper “Like I can only fuck so many times in a day with a sexy little slut like you...” he slid my panties aside,. He knew that he wouldn’t last long once he was inside her, but that didn’t matter.The bloated crown of his appendage gradually slid down towards her crotch, accompanied by a very fine trail of pre-cum which clung to her chocolatey skin. It didn’t help that he was particularly aware of some fruity adolescent perfume that surrounded her and made her even more intoxicating to be with. Everything about her was feminine and attractive. All of this had been developing so fast that he barely had the. For a married coupleto get picked up like that, they would each have to accept that itwould likely end in sex. We saw that Tom was doing really well behindthe plants. So, unless she had a change of heart, he probably did OK."?"Why would Gwen need to work harder on her partner?"?"Married men always have fantasies about sex with other women, butaren't too happy with the thought of their wives fucking other men. Thehusband likely had to talk his wife into it but had buyer's remorseafter she said.